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Brooklyn jumped a bit, feeling his shackle squeezing him awake, along with his hands and arms aching from being held up like this. The door opened, and he paled as two strong men came in, more memories threatening to cloud him.
The tough men uncuffed Brooklyn first, but held his arms tight, recuffing them behind his back, the red gargoyle struggling as he was being pulled out of the room.
A few minutes later, he found himself brought into a new examination room, where yet, a third person Brook never wanted to see again holding the remote to the shackle was waiting for him, smiling sinisterly in greeting.
"Welcome back," he said darkly, chuckling, as Brooklyn was brought before him, whose eyes were round with complete fright, shaking, but doing his best to keep calm.
"I'm sure you remember me, don't you, Devil?" sneered Watson, using the remote to hold up Brooklyn's head. Brook winced, a small scared sound coming from being held hostage like this. He didn't answer, as he struggled in the tough men's strong grip around his arms.
He gave out a shuddering gasp as the shackle pressed hard on his belly again, looking away as Watson growled.
"There's no getting away this time, Devil. I wish to have a look at you, and test your new shackle, to make sure it works properly."
Brook panted heavily from his pain, shaking. "No… I- I won't do it… I won't let you g-get me!" he croaked, the shackle squeezing even further, Watson also smacking his face hard.
"Get on the table… now!" he demanded forcefully, nodding to the guards. Brooklyn knew now he had no choice, as the guards uncuffed his arms first, then put him down on his back harshly, strapping him down tightly. The cuffs on his arms were put into place on the table, and Brooklyn couldn't stop shaking as Watson towered over his prize.
"What… what are you going to do with me?" Brooklyn asked in fear.
"I want to see what this shackle can do to you since its modifications. You were Master Thailog's plaything, now you're mine!" Watson exclaimed in evil glee.
"No! I'm still not a Plaything! Please, just let me go. I want to go home!" Brooklyn pleaded.
"That I won't do, you red devil! You won't go back home to your precious little monster family. I desire to keep you. We are going to have so much fun with you!"
Brooklyn really hated those words. He also hated the word monster. From what he saw and felt, the only monsters here were these humans ready to torture him again.
"Now to test this shackle again." Watson remarked, holding the remote in his hand.
"No, please! Don't!" Brooklyn cried out as he squirmed in the cuffs.
Watson grinned as he pressed the button on the remote, ignoring Brooklyn's pleas. He watched as the gargoyle started grimacing in pain. His teeth were bared and his eyes tightly shut. He saw the shackle going inward on his stomach.
Brooklyn felt instant pain as the shackle was squeezing his belly, super hard. He was gasping for air, hard, trying to breathe. He could feel it pressing down on his internal organs too. He tried to struggle, to free himself, but he wasn't getting loose.
"Stop… it… please..." Brooklyn gasped, as nausea intensified. He just wanted it to stop.
Watson pressed the button some more and it squeezed even harder. It made Brooklyn really cry out. He felt like the shackle was just going to squeeze his guts in until something burst inside him. But then, he suddenly felt it begin to loosen.
As the shackle loosened, Brooklyn took in a great big puff of air into his lungs. His stomach stung from what felt like circulation being cut off, but the shackle was still tight enough on his belly.
"That was to refresh your memory that you are still my master's, but now mine since he's gone now." Watson exclaimed, a nasty gleam in his eyes, watching Brooklyn hungrily.
Brooklyn was breathing heavily to try to catch his breath. He so did not want to be here.
"Now, to see something new that was added into the shackle by Charles." Watson said. He pressed a different button and suddenly, Brooklyn cried out as he felt something sharp poke into his belly. He had also been poked into that spot where he had been tasered before too.
"Stop… hurting… me!" Brooklyn pleaded. He felt the sharps points poking into him, but then, his shackle started squeezing again. It wasn't long before he felt warm liquid running down his sides. He could feel it was blood. If the spiked poked into him any further, there might be a chance of even getting pierced organs. Why was this man doing this to him? What did he ever do to him?
Brooklyn raised his head to look down, but still cringed. He clenched his stomach muscles to try to keep the spikes from poking much further. He was still trying hard to breathe. He tried getting his hands free, but it was no use, the straps were much too tight on his wrists.
After several minutes, the spikes were retracted back into the shackle. The poking stopped. Brook laid his head back, relaxing his muscles. His breathing was heavy. Blood was running out from under the shackle. His stomach hurt, both in the flesh and internally.
"The Master had also planned to brand you with his own brand awhile back, which he never got to do, but we are going to do that, when the time is right. After a few more tests are done first." Watson sneered.
Brooklyn really didn't want to find out what that was. His poor belly had already been tortured enough. He had to escape before these men weakened him so much that he wouldn't be able to.
"Take him back for now." Watson ordered.
The two big men did as ordered, and got Brook's arms behind him again. He was pulled back to his room where his arms were released from behind him, then forced to sit down, where his arms were raised above his head again, being chained again. This time, a chain was added to the shackle in the back, where he was then chained to the wall too.
Watson was standing at the door. He pressed the remote and Brooklyn winced as he felt the shackle squeeze him again. He knew he had wounds beneath the shackle now, but he couldn't take a look at them. He could see his own blood on his skin though. He brought his legs up toward him to try to give him some comfort from the nausea that welled inside him.
The humans left him alone until next time.
The pain he was in was making tears come down Brooklyn's face. "Oh, please guys! Get me out of here!" he sobbed, shaking non stop from the horror of the torturing.
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The clan had been looking all over the city for Brooklyn and his captors. They were going to pay for taking their Second. But had they been the same people, or someone different?
They went back to the place where Brooklyn had been found a year ago, but there was no sign anyone was there. It was obvious they had moved, if these were the same kidnappers. They had to find Brooklyn before something horrendous was done to him, again.
Until Next One!